I began my blog in hopes of improving the lives of wild animals. I wanted to promote wildlife appreciation and expose detrimental human behavior. The past four years, I posted 2,483 articles about wildlife and its habitat. I wrote some the posts, but most of them were reblogged from other sources. The blog now reaches 35,000+ people. Typical for the Internet, two percent see the post titles, and of those a few follow the links and read the posts. Over four years, there were 118,801 visits to the blog and 211,374 page views.
Has the blog improved the lives of wildlife? I think so, but not by very much. Few people share my love for wildlife, and love is a difficult thing to teach. Even my most environmentally conscious friends have little energy left over from the demands of their families and jobs for wildlife. They rarely find time to sign petitions.
During the short time the blog has operated, detrimental human activities have continued a steady rise. The worst has been population. Maybe the blog gave a few people reasons to restrain their reproductive urges, but if so, its total impact compares to the blunt force of a feather whacking the nose of a speeding locomotive. A thousand websites and tens of thousands of conservation works have not deflected humanity’s headlong sprint toward its crash. On the way to our crash, we have become the biosphere’s greatest predator and resource consumer or, as they put it in Ghostbusters, the Destructor.
Will I continue the blog? I think so. I learned so much about wildlife that it seems the blog’s primary achievement has been personal enlightenment. If I continue blogging, I will focus more on interesting subjects and less on SEO, blog rank, Klout score, etc.
This morning, the twin mule deer born here in 2014 came to visit. The buck born in 2013 often comes too, but not this morning. He will have two antler points this year, and might already be thinking about this year’s chances. The two-year old buck grazed willow leaves to within 12 feet listening to my banal chat on birds, weather, and willow leaves. It’s hard to get that much pleasure from blogging, but one has to do something when the kids leave.